Stories From The 6 Train 2(72)
Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and try to keep quiet. It’s harder than it seems, but somehow, I manage to do it. Mason doesn’t seem to care about it, though. Instead of taking it easy, he licks my pussy in a feverish frenzy; feeling me on the verge of exploding, he presses two fingers over my clit and starts to rub it in that maddening rhythm.
“Oh, fuck…” I hiss, my body like a coiled spring. Experienced as he is, it doesn’t take long for me to snap. Grinding my teeth hard enough to shatter them, I let a wave of ecstasy wash over me. My muscles tremble and twitch, and pleasure rages through me like a midnight storm.
I’m breathing so hard even my lungs are complaining; still, Mason doesn’t ease up. He keeps lapping at my pussy, working me with his tongue and fingers until the orgasm finally starts to subside.
Taking my leg out from his shoulder, he goes up to his feet, the Devil’s grin on his face. “Delicious,” he whispers, running his tongue over his wet lips. The skin around his mouth is glistening, my fluids dripping down his face, and the urge to kiss him overwhelms me. I crush my mouth against his and part his lips with my tongue. My own flavor coats my tongue and crawls up to my brain, making me feel dizzy. There’s something wicked about tasting myself in the lips of a man like Mason.
“Delicious,” I repeat, smiling at him while I run my tongue over my lips. “No wonder you like it so much.”
“That’s right,” he says, pressing his body against mine. His hands are on my ass now, squeezing my cheeks gently; I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing its tip straight at my wetness.
“Fuck me now,” I urge him, trying to place his glans against my pussy. He resists, not moving, and simply looks me in the eye. “I can’t wait any longer… I need it now.”
Like a predator moving on its prey, he places both hands under my ass and lifts me up, pinning me against the wall while I lace my legs behind his lower back. God, my heart is about to burst right now.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” Grabbing his cock, he comes closer and starts to rub his glans against my pussy lips, moving it up and down its length. I try to thrust, desperate to feel his thickness pushing against my inner walls, but he simply keeps on teasing me.
“Please, Mason… Please…” I moan, placing both of my hands on his bare ass and trying to reel him in. Grinning, he feeds one inch of his thick cock inside of me, and my fingernails dig into his ass cheeks. I want more; I need more. “Please…” I beg again, my voice like frail glass. He gives me one more inch and I throw my head back, hitting it against the wall. “Please…” I repeat, just like a prayer. I’m desperate now.
“There’s nothing better than hearing you beg…” he whispers against my ear and, with one violent thrust, he impales me on his cock. I scream, forgetting all about the dozens of people hanging around Mason’s office. There’s still a semblance of rationality inside of me, though. I close my mouth and, gritting my teeth, trying to keep silent as Mason slides his cock out of me. But then, when he thrusts again, another scream crawls up my throat. I hiss and moan, fighting against the urge to scream like a banshee, but Mason seems hell bent on fucking me so hard that screams of pleasure become mandatory.
Pistoning into me with the fury of a god, I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him. He slides in and out of me at a frantic pace, stretching me wide, and I let my head down and press it against his shoulder. I bite there, burying my teeth into his flesh hard enough to draw blood; he doesn’t even seem to notice it. By the time I take my mouth off of his shoulder, the mark of my teeth on his skin is clear as crystal. A memento of sin.
I open my mouth to beg him not to stop, but there’s no need for it. As if he could read my mind, his thrusts grow even more wild and ferocious, and I feel like I’m walking on a tightrope. Sparks of pleasure are biting at my muscles and, as tension builds deep inside of me, I grit my teeth as hard as I can, bracing for impact. Don’t scream, don’t scream, I think to myself, but then reality chokes all that out of me.
An explosion goes off inside of me and, knowing what’s to come, Mason places his hand over my mouth. I let out one fierce scream but, with his hand, he manages to muffle it. My pussy starts to spasm around his shaft, and it feels as if someone has poured my body with gasoline and then put a flame to it.
“Oh, God…” I sigh as Mason takes his hand off of my mouth. Carefully sliding his cock out of me, he takes my legs out from his back. When my feet touch the floor, I suddenly feel weak and spent. Still, when I open my eyes and meet his devilish grin, adrenaline starts to course through my veins once more. Bring it on, stepfather; since we’re already sinning, let’s go all the way.